(This is something I came up with this morning. Let me know if you like this and maybe I'll write some more).(EDIT: I can't believe I need to emphasize this, but this is a FICTIONAL story, not based on real events.)

My wife, Sally, and I went out for dinner for my birthday and as an added bonus, she was wearing a pair of 8-button length white leather gloves (going past her forearm almost to her elbow). They fit her perfectly as they were unlined, and she really liked them. She knew I had a glove fetish and it had pretty much become the norm for her to wear gloves in the bedroom. This was a rare case of her agreeing to wear her gloves in public, aside from the winter months. Sally didn’t want people to know about our shared passion for gloves, although my fantasy had always been her agreeing to wear gloves 24/7.

Sure enough, for this one evening, Sally kept the gloves on at dinner, drinking and eating with them on, though being careful not to stain the white leather.

“Enjoy this while you can,” my wife told me, “Because this is a one-time only thing. At least until your next birthday.”

It also helped that she was wearing a beautiful black gown, with lots of accessories, and I was wearing my suit.

When we got back to our apartment, she agreed that she would leave the gloves on all night, but first thing in the morning, before she left for work, they were coming off. She had another surprise ready for me, a special chocolate birthday cake. Rather than the candles being on the cake itself, there were these special scented candles lined around the cake in these antique-style candlestick holders. Indeed, they were giving our apartment a unique and somewhat erotic scent.

“By the cake shop,” Sally explained, “There’s that Tibetan shop I love. And the woman there told me if I lit these magic candles for your birthday, they will ACTUALLY make your dream come true.”

Sally held my hands as she explained, and I felt the soft white leather of her gloved hands in mine.

“Anyway, she said you need to make a wish, blow out all but one candle. And the one candle still burning, we’ll take it into the bedroom with us. Let it burn all night and your wish will come true. So think carefully but don’t tell me or it won’t come true!”

I found this pretty amusing. Sally really got into this superstitious stuff sometimes. But I thought about what my wish would be. All I could really think about was the white gloves on her hands. She looked so beautiful in them, I wished she would leave them on forever. At that point, I figured, maybe that would be my wish. Odd thing to wish for, but it wasn’t going to come true anyway, so I decided to go with it, all while holding my wife’s gloved hands:

“I wish,” I thought to myself looking at the candles, which were strangely hypnotizing, “My wife would never take off her white gloves and they would stay on her hands permanently.”

Then I blew out the candles, all but one in the center. And I could swear a breeze ran through the apartment.

“This is an odd way to have birthday cake,” I told her.

She playfully slapped my cheek with her white gloved hand and smiled, “You won’t think it’s so odd when your wish comes true.” She picked up a knife and handed it to me to cut the cake, “And I hope your wish was a free trip to Paris for you and me?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you, remember?” I told her, though I was feeling somewhat guilty for not having thought about that.

“Well,” She said, “If it is, I might just have to wear these gloves again in Paris.”

We were about to share some cake but since she wasn’t going to take her gloves off I suggested she put some latex gloves over them, which she agreed was a good idea. I loved seeing her eat cake with gloves on.

After some delicious cake, it was time to go into the bedroom, and Sally brought that candle with her, once again filling the room with a delightful erotic scent. Sally took off her latex gloves keeping only her white leather gloves on:

As we made out and clothes came off, Sally said she had another present for me. She told me to stay standing as she laid on the bed, completely naked, except for her gloves and necklace, and began to softly touch her clit with the leather gloves. That drove me crazy. Anytime Sally touched herself with gloves drove me wild, and it was usually with rubber gloves. But now, she was touching with those leather gloves, which meant they’d need a good cleaning.

“I’ve actually been looking forward to doing this,” She whispered, “I love the feel of these gloves.” She brought a finger to her nose and moaned, “They smell like me now.”

After a few minutes of watching her pleasure herself with those gloves, she reached out and touched my erect cock with the leather gloves.

“Mmmm,” She said, “Your cock really likes these gloves. But I don’t want to get these gloves too dirty, so wait just one second.”

As per our usual routine, she came back with a pair of yellow rubber household dishwashing gloves and some lube. I was actually relieved at that as I didn’t want the leather gloves to get too dirty. And the rubber gloves with some lube felt just as good on my cock. When she was ready, she pinned me to the bed and put me inside her. Her pussy was really wet. I guess those white leather gloves really did turn her on. Once I was inside, she took off the rubber gloves so she could hold my hands with her leather gloves, which were already pretty clammy and slightly wet from touching herself.

Our bedroom time was glorious as always, especially with her wearing those white gloves. It was hard to keep myself from cumming, but I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible. Changing positions and lowering the intensity every once in a while to keep myself at bay, Sally moaned and screamed in pleasure. Every couple of minutes I felt her pussy contract. She must have cum maybe three of four times.

“Okay,” Sally was spent and quickly placed her rubber gloves back on while I was still inside her, “Cum in my gloves.”

I lied down as she quickly jerked me off in those rubber gloves, getting all the pussy juices on my cock all over her gloves.

“Cum now!” She demanded, “Cum in my gloves!”

And sure enough I did cum all over her yellow gloves. She sighed as she looked at her handiwork. She leaned forward, kissed me and said “Happy Birthday.”

Well she cleaned up, took the rubber gloves off, but kept her word to leave the white leather gloves on.

“Remember,” she told me, “I’m just sleeping with these gloves on for tonight.” She smelled her leather fingers again, “And you’re going to get these cleaned for me so they don’t smell like pussy.”

“Yes mistress!” I joked with her.

Sally took in the scent of the candle, “I love these candles.”

And so we went to bed, both naked, except that Sally kept her white gloves on and caressed my body in them before going to sleep. All I could think of was hoping my wish would come true. And as we drifted off into sleep, the candle finally burnt out.

The next morning, I wasn’t woken by Sally’s alarm, but by her shaking me, still wearing those white leather gloves:

“Jim, wake up!”

I opened my eyes and saw a look of worry in her face.

“I can’t get my gloves off.”

“What?” I sat up, still groggy.

“I’ve been trying to take them off for the past ten minutes so I can shower. I can’t get them off and they’re really tight on my hands, almost like they are my hands!”

I tried to pull them off from the fingertips, tried to grab them from the cuffs, but they were so tightly placed on her arms, not like they were cutting off her circulation necessarily, but almost welded to her hands. They wouldn’t come off.

… Did my wish come true?!

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